Free Spirit, People, Poetry, Terese, Teresums

What a Fool!

(About a 1 minute read)

What a fool!
I mean you, of course.
You who never believe me,

Never believe me,

When I tell you —
Just as honest as a baby’s butt —
That your spirit is a shining silver ribbon
Woven from songs and stretched between stars,
And consequently, you happen to be beautiful,
You never believe me!

But why is that?
Just why is that?
Do you think I make this stuff up?
What a fool!

I look. I see. I report what I see.
You’re a silver ribbon made from song.
Accept it, you donk. It’s the truth!
The truth dressed up incognito.

Look, we’ve been friends now for what?
Three years? Four if you count
The wear and tear you’ve inflicted on me.
And in all that time
Have I even once told you a falsehood
(Excepting only those times that I have)?

So why don’t you ever believe me
When I tell you you’re
One of the most beautiful and graceful
Free-spirits I’ve ever known?

Sure you have flaws.
Everyone has flaws.
Everyone is not me, for instance,
And so everyone has at least one flaw, am I right?

Your flaw is you lack faith,
The faith to believe me
When I say you have wings and can fly.
What a fool!

Have I ever told you
What a pleasure it is
To know someone who is
Beautiful and graceful,
Kind and loyal,
Fun and funny,
Non-judgemental and accepting,
Free-spirited and loving?

But enough about me.
You’re a lot of those things yourself!

Art, Paintings, People, Portraits, Terese, Teresums, Visual Arts

My Full Frontal Mechanized Assault on Teresum’s Good Looks

So Teresums calls me up:  “What you doing?”

“Bug off!  I’m busy painting a picture of you.”

“Paint me with a pirate’s eye patch.”

“No way!”

“Paint me with a pirate’s eye patch, you donk-meister!”

So who can resist such charm..?  I experimented with the hand a bit, and don’t quite like the result.  Also, I dislike the background, and the painting really doesn’t capture her.  But the eye patch came out just fine, which after all is the important thing, right?

Terese April 2018 sized

Community, Cultural Traits, Culture, Family, Friends, Jane Paterson Basil, Life, Outstanding Bloggers, People, Poetry, Quality of Life, Society, Terese

The Currency of Community

(About a 2 minute read)

“Rihanna. I love her music, her style,
Just love her.”

One million or two? How many times today
Have I heard you praise one celeb or another?

Seems curious to me how the down to earth
Billionaires wear T-shirts, jeans, and sandals
To the office; how everyday became causal Friday;
How no one speaks more than two syllables
If they can help it, and none of us any longer
Are pretentious enough to learn the sciences,
But for all our down to earthiness, our hearts
Belong to the celebs, and only the celebs.

In the evening I once again tell you I love you,
But you only turn from your screen
When you want to say Johnny Depp
Has a new movie out that we must see.

Who lives next door to us now that Cheryl died
Do you remember? I never met her myself
More than to be surprised her voice was ice
When once I said “Hello”. I’ve fled from her,
And from you, to the blogs where my heart
Is still a bit malnourished by the distances.

But there I’ve found lives lived in immediacy
To the realities of mine. Terese is as gentle
As I try to be. Kat is as smart as I aspire.
Jane is like me a poet who tackles
Her life as it is. Riali’s kind and supportive,
Mark is brilliant as gold dust,
And most of the others have more than one thing
To recommend them to me.

You speak of Rihanna and Depp,
And others who are cocooned by wealth and staffs,
Who might as well live above us
On a station circling the earth.
Why are you so fascinated with lives
So unlike yours? It seems to me you’re chasing
Some dream of someday living among them,
But you’ve paying for that dream
In the currency of community.

About This Blog, Abuse, People, Spirituality, Terese, Teresums

Meet the Finest Harbor Slut in Sydney, Australia!

(Teresums bio about a 4 minute read)

TERESUMS: Hello?

PAUL: Drop your panties, peacock! Heads up! I’m fixing to post all about you at last — a comprehensive insider’s exposé of your sordid lust for sailors, your scandalous personal hygiene, your filthy eating habits, your hankering after strange gods, and your recurring attempts to assassinate my noble character! Even though it will absolutely finish your reputation with my flesh-eating readers, you’ll never muster the self-discipline to stop yourself from wanking to it, you demon blown ego-balloon!

TERESUMS: Ever the charmer with the small talk and pleasantries, eh Paul?  Maybe you might want to stick a garden hose up your butt for an enema now — just to get better quality material for your post, your know.

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